XIX.

Be thou, with snowy plumage soft,
O swan! not far from my repose;
Even when I see thee soar aloft,
Thy parting strain will sooth my woes.

XX.

Tell from what distant land the wind
Bears on its wings the sound of woe —
Sure 'tis his voice, who left behind
His Love, to trace the realm of snow.

XXI.

Stream thy bright eyes, O virgin mild!
For him on L OCHLIN'S stormy coast
Who perish'd 'midst the tempest wild, —
To thee — to me — for ever lost!

XXII.

The graceful youth, in manly bloom,
Who left my grey locks thus forlorn,
Far off to seek an early tomb,
Dost thou with social sorrow mourn?

XXIII.

Thy beauteous cheek, grown pale with grief,
Still leans upon thy hand of snow,
Still heaves thy bosom for the chief
Long in the narrow bed laid low.

XXIV.

O! be his mem'ry ever blest,
Bright be the clouds of his repose;
Soon shall we share the hero's rest,
Soon life, and love, and sorrow close.

XXV.

Rise thou, whose soft melodious song,
Pours on my heart the balm of ease;
Ye plaintive echoes come along,
And waft the notes, thou sighing breeze!

XXVI.

From ocean's breast, O gale, arise!
Bear on thy wings the dulcet strain, —
Bear it where high on clouds he lies,
Tell him he hears the fair complain.

XXVII.

Tell, ere thy strength be past, O wind!
Where weak in helpless age I lie,
Low on my rusty shield reclin'd,
And view his fair flow'r with'ring nigh.